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By Skaat Two clusters adorn my Bright Eye. A shining slot awaits, gaping. The warm night, pale moon rising obscured on the jagged horizon of Athen Shire. Snippets of liveliness, sipping an ounce of the Cup. Our team sectioning Belial, harvesting and hopeful. A Fragment of a Soul becomes mine to keep. A teasing sliver of something more. Glimpses of my find excite my fellow seekers; Warm smiles and congratulations. The fullness of their pleasure for me rends the impressions of parts and pieces: I can be whole, I have it all.
By Soulembrace It comes on softly.... unrealized But the sound is getting louder Stronger................. every minute. In your friends emotions Before noticing it in yourself One day your friend Tells you something You thought you would Never hear.. Sitting stunned at the words You become scared Of what could happen...... But as fast as fear overcomes you You calm down You give your friend a reply...... To the question he has asked.... Yes........... I do love you
By Azzors don't pluck my eyebrows just to draw them back on don't wax my pubes so i can wear shorts... i use my turn signals and understand sports Man, i'm glad i'm a man tell you the reason i am i don't go through a phase every 28 days Man, i'm glad i'm a man I pay cash at the grocery, no check or coupons don't take alot of freinds when i go to the john i don't throw a fit when i break a nail i don't buy shoes just because they are on sale i don't apply makeup in my rear-view mirror i don't think of bambi when i'm out hunting dear i drink beer from a bottle not from a glass i don't ask my friends about the size of my ass Man, i'm glad i'm a man tell you the reason i am i don't face the pain of water weight gain man i'm glad i'm a man let me you ladies listen to me ladies i love your pretty faces your warm and soft embraces i love those things inside your blouse but if i had my own, i'd never leave the house i don't spend two hours getting ready for a date i don't play with doll unless they inflate after sex in bed my spots always dry when i'm asked my age i don't lie i don't read about ograsims in Vogue magazine i don't mind if my dates tries to get in my jeans i don't spend a fortune on french lingerie this is the same underwear i wore yesterday man i'm glad i'm a man tell you the reason i am i don't take a pill, i don't use massengill man i'm glad i'm a man man i'm glad i'm a man tell you the reason i am i find micheal bolton completely revoltin' man i'm glad i'm a man!
Silent night of reminescence Crying tears of despair Memory of a lost presence Soft wind in the hair Long lasting love Forever away from reach Looking at the moons above Hoping to fill the breach Spirit of vengeance flaring Visions of a familiar face Anger and fury blazing All for a forgotten embrace Racing in the forest Searching for needed redemption Guided by rage and unrest Only feeding the depression Fleeing out until exhaustion Souvenirs from a previous existence On a quest for a distraction To escape this night of reminescence
By Bashertarr (accompanied by Pinch) So you know the value of CAS, That finding GA is a godsend, But what I wonder really, Is how much you value a friend. Cushions, Faithfuls, GoP's and PoP's, X-3's kick butt, The Yalmaha rocks! But what I really don't understand, Is how, To price, A friend... Let us imagine, if we may, That suddenly, one merry day, General shops start... to sell friends! They'd come in all classes and breeds, Atroxes, Opis, Agents, MP's! Just one click away, tempting and sweet, A new friend for you to meet. Cushions, Faithfuls, GoP's and PoP's, X-3's kick butt, The Yalmaha rocks! But what I really don't understand, Is how, To price, A friend... How much would you pay for one? A million? A billion? Some greater sum? Would you go for the highest QL? Or would you search around the world, Shops and bazaars in all neigbourhoods, Would you go through a personal hell... To find the cheapest QL? Cushions, Faithfuls, GoP's and PoP's, X-3's kick butt, The Yalmaha rocks! Caterwauls, Div's, Hellspinners and furies, Enhanced Queen Blades, NCU's and flurries, Take them all and sell them together, To some rich guy, a real big spender, And sadly you'll notice that, in your new wealth, You still can't afford that new friend from the seller!! Cushions, Faithfuls, GoP's and PoP's, X-3's kick butt, The Yalmaha rocks! But none of them are worth half as much As that one special person that has earned your trust That one soul that, you understand You have the pleasure of calling your FRIEND! Cushions, Faithfuls, GoP's and PoP's, X-3's kick butt, The Yalmaha rocks! But none of them are half as grand As having someone you can call your FRIEND That special one That you call your friend!!
By Flameforge Sand: it surrounds me. The violent winds cast the desert floor into the sky. I am a whisper in the sand. I am one with the storm. Storm: we move as one. Ground under my paws, limbs rush my feline form forward. Claws extended. I smell the prey. Sentry: he sees me, a speeding blur coalescing from the storm-blown sand. His shots burn me. Vengeance masks the pain. Strike: I leap. He is crushed to the ground, neck clamped in jaws. Spatters of crimzon. The prey becomes still. Score: it is settled. Vow fulfilled, body left to the elements, I depart. The sands consume me. I am one with the storm.
Wind, storm and hurricane Naked will I bathe in your woosh! Hey...See my white arms See my naked limbs exposed, hey! Play with my body, oh hurricane! Wind! Unfold the broad wings of my soul See how it fathoms the world! and see how I tremble inside Hurricane Hurricane! I am naked! Like you, I throw myself into the swaying grass My arms extend to embrace space Outer space! Come! Let us play Let us crash into the ocean Come spinning leaves Come raven, shark and sea! Come raging clouds We dance, we dance You and I....
Do not fuel us with your stories of loss and your tales of woe, Whilst the reaper lay in wait upon our doorsteps. We HAVE heard the scream of the nova, And the shattering whine of the nine, As the flashpoint ignights the landscape. Our bodies course with the blood of the source, Bringing with it life and horrible repeating death. Like the Phoenix, rising from the ashes, WE again stand against the storm as it rages over us, Unaware of our presence. Heal us NOT, with thy comforting words, Strewn across this ever-changing form enhanced with strength, Offering no shield or barrier against the elements. Rising and falling upon the beating chest, Exist the cruel machinations of pain and suffering, Hidden behind the thin veil of peaceful intent. STAY thy conjurations of blissful calm, As worlds fall upon deaf ears, Muted by the rage forced out from within. Fear well the realm in which YOU dwell, Surrounded by shadowy forms striking at your existence, Hell-bent on wrangling your soul. Summon us NOT! Lest upon our arrival the chariots of doom Bringeth the harbingers of evil, The wraiths of oblivion. And the gloom of war.
By Infatuated Two souls stand, staring at one another Till the end of time, One will fight the other. From kneeling on the ground, to swords drawn high Their weapons are swung, till one of them dies. The girl with her hatred, the boy with his heart Its an unfair battle, till death do they part. The weapons are swung, and the tear drops fall Until that day, when love conquers all. There comes a time when they look at each other Then they realize they are made for one another. A dagger is held, by her palm and soul To finish the battle To finish his soul. He holds her in his arms, and she lunges with her might. As he screams for help.... She finishes the fight.
By Infatuated A child with the lights off rests in his bed Scared to the teeth, afraid to open his eyes. Do little monsters hide underneath his head? Or is it his curiosity that may lead to his demise? The child realizes, he must be a man He overcomes his fear and looks under the bed, He screams at what looks like a hand, But its his imagination, which almost scared him dead. Fear is a sickness, that scares us all.. Shying away from the uknown things Weakens your heart, and peirces your skull The bitter feelings from which every life hangs. Contentment in life, understood by few, Fear is the truth, talking back to you.
By Tom Lehrer, performed by Virtualitea About a maid I'll recite a poem, oh rickety tickety tin About a maid I'll recite a poem, who did not have her family long... Not only did she do them wrong, she did every one of them in, them in, She did every one of them in. One morning in a fit of pique, oh rickety tickety tin One morning in a fit of pique, she drowned her father in the creek. The water tasted bad for a week, so we had to make do with gin, with gin, We had to make do with gin Her mother she could never stand, oh rickety tickety tin Her mother she could never stand and so a cyanide soup she planned. Her mother died with the spoon in her hand and her face in a hideous grin, a grin Her face in a hideous grin. She weighted her brother down with stones, oh rickety tickety tin She weighted her brother down with stones and sent him off to Davey Jones. All they ever found were some bones.... and occasional pieces of skin, of skin Occasional pieces of skin. She set her sister's hair on fire, oh rickety tickety tin She set her sister's hair on fire and as the smoke and flame rose higher Danced around the funeral pyre playing a violin, olin Playing a violin. One day she had nothing to do, oh rickety tickety tin One day she had nothing to do, she sliced her baby brother in two And served him up as an Irish stew and invited the neighbors in, bors in Invited the neighbors in. And when at last the police came by, oh rickety tickety tin And when at last the police came by, her little pranks she did not deny For to do so she would have had to lie...and lying she knew was a sin, a sin And lying she knew was a sin. My tragic tale I won't prolong, oh rickety tickety tin My tragic tale I won't prolong. I hope you like my little song. You've yourself to blame if it's too long. You should never have let me begin, begin You should never have let me begin.
By Albanis Paraded in chains. Brutaly beaten and scathed. I will wait for you.
By Albanis This poem is called . They're hurting me, my love. They won't set me free with death, They understand that only you can have that power over me. The strength that I can trust. They're not really hurting me ... Not while I wait for you.
Pleine de rebondissement full of ribond Ou encore d'inattendue or of unexpected Elle sais nous surprendre she know surprise us Soyons en avisé we be sure Qu'on la prenne calmement what we take her smootely Ou qu'on la crois perdue or what we belive her lost Elle vient nous éprendre she come take us De ses revers serrée of she's tide reverse On est sure de nos sentiments we is sure of our sentiment Confiant du chemin parcouru trush of road back Comme une marée éferlante same a big wave Nos coeurs elle vient chavirée my heart she's retourn Nous ne sessions d'y pensés we dont stop he thinking Que peut-on contre notre sang what we can contrarie our blood Contre ceux d'on nous sommes issues contrarie peaples we come from Point de pensée plus terrifiante dont have must scary think Qu'une fin prématurée too shortly end snif Et malgré nos serments with ous oats Pour les quels on a vécue for ther we life Elle leurs fait prendre la tangente she's ther take going Se dressant, pleine d'adversité standup full adversity Me laissera-t-elle le temps she give me the time Avant son issue before the end de pouvoir me rendre i can arrive
By Adriia Adrenaline pumping, through the veins that bring me life. Heart thumping, as our bodies touch. Lips that pierce me, down to my very soul. Struggling to break free, from this eternal embrace. The night goes on, as if it were to never end. Dawn, finally approaches. This is not a threat, for we know time is on our side. Has our love been set, or is this what they call lust?
By Nadine Pierre-Louis, performed by Soulembrace The world is a game with pieces to move. Roll the dice A path is chosen. Move ahead. The board is comprised of many stops Marriage Divorce Sadness, Joy. Round you go to begin your life. Education, Children, All come in order. Snake eyes!!!!! Back two spaces! Take a chance as you play the game. Up ahead..... caution Physical ailment. Your parents play, although far ahead They play the game, They live, they die ........ A continuing struggle..... Pitfall!! Lose a trun! The cycle continues Love, Hate.............dangerous curves!!! Wrong move! You loose......... His turn is next. Throw the dice...........
By Corvain A long time ago way back in history, when all their was to drink was nothing but cups of tea, Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mopps and he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops! Hey! He must've been an Admiral a Sultan or a King, And to his praises we shall always sing! Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer, The lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented Beer, beer beer beer, bubbly beer beer beer! The Courages bar, the James's pub, the Hole in the Wall as well! One thing you can be sure of it's Charlie's Beer they sell! So all ya lads and lasses at 11 0'clock ya stop! For five short seconds remember Charlie Mopps! 1 2 3 4 5 Hey! He must've been an Admiral a Sultan or a King, And to his praises we shall always sing! Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer, The lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented Beer, beer beer beer, bubbly beer beer beer! A barrel of malt, a bushel of hops, ya stir it around with a stick The kind of lubrication to make your engines tick! Forty pints of whollop a day will keep away the Quacks, If only you can say penny and one and six and packs! 1 2 3 4 5 Hey! He must've been an Admiral a Sultan or a King, And to his praises we shall always sing! Look what he has done for us he's filled us up with cheer, The lord bless Charlie Mopps, the man who invented Beer, beer beer beer, bubbly beer beer beer! The lord bless Charlie Mopps!
By Anathema6 It's not for the war child This child who was raised in a time of war Who is the evil, yet it is only men that make him evil Men that conquer men that control will turn this child into a story untold Untold stroies are never told or never written in bold just left to settle in the cold This child born, born to be free but yet just to be shut down by his own breed Many children make their ways but this child knows only one way No way to leave just ways to grieve to deceive grief is to have no belief that children of war could be so poor...
By Kalannar Majestic Regal Its stature demands attention Sneaking 'round your legs and feet never knowing its intention Hide away, hide away never to be seen the true form hidden closely to discover you must be keen Demand is high the need is great its everywhere you see yet slipping away from your grasp its form is always free Have you guessed this little form carefree, spirited, and sweet Loved by all Cuddled and cute.... Of course, the Mighty Leet.
By Kalannar Through darkend dale and shadowed vale the form slips slowly past. Its eyes burn red theres prey ahead perhaps a meal at last The bait is set the trap is laid in silence it waits to strike lunging from it blackened lair no prisoners are taken this night Tooth and nail bathed in blood to sate the hungry beast As flesh grows cold it feeds its need and finishes the feast Moving on, its hunger filled the beast lets out a howl Beware the night Its cold hard bite and the Wolf thats on the prowl.
By Kalannar I am the Multi-Coloured, Jewel Faceted Doppleganger, that resides in the pixelated highways of digital traffic. You dont know me I am the Shadowy Persona of Illusion that slips in past the defences to invade your sleeping mind's eye. You dont know me I am the Silver Tongued Virus of Bits and Bytes, ever vigilant upon the doorstep of your heartdrive. You dont know me I am the Knight in Shining Megabytes, dedicated to your very whims of crystalized emotion. You dont know me I am a Ghost of Reality, used for hiding a broken mainframe and the failed reboot of the soul. You dont know me
Our conversation nestled itself in the comforting notion that you and I
were paying attention to one another...
it was wrong!
Stories.. swapped like spittle between us .. and BETWEEN US grew distance..
but in less space
Emotions, cloaked with words that choaked and devoured eitological thought and realism..
Became what were our thoughts.. and were now just words
Talking never seemed to be such a CHORE until I sat.. and listened.. and you spoke
And you didn't even hear yourself.
A void of reality spawned as you so eloquently said NOTHING!!
and you use so many words to do it
Speech, is but broken light upon the depth of the unspoken.
By Joakim Thåström, edited and rewritten by Foxferal As the icecold wind comes and sweeps through the land There's a whisper that grows to a scream From the plains where life is a fraction of time Comes the call of the crawl from the wild As the frontier was made for steel towns and roads They were scattered and thrown to the wind And they gathered again in the deep of the woods On a hungry hunt for revenge The tribe of the fox that was wiped has now stamped up again They'll come raging through cities and towns When the hunger keeps burning in the hours through the night Tell me then which side are you on? I hear you howlin' I hear you howlin' I can hear you howl in the night The hunger of the wild world Will never let you down...
By Shaun "Prawnie" Choudhury - Febuary 1994., recited by Nashka Blotches of orange through a speckled view of glass, Just the same view that haunts my every day. Nothing else to See But I watch. Nothing to do But still I move. Blotches of orange I see every day. Sky that looks the same Rain speckles off puddles neon lights expose, Nothing to Life Just blotches of orange through a speckled view of glass.